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lets just call this a notepad or you can read the title

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A Fools.Grimoire

The hollowed lives of beautiful souls

Is a ravenous thought to behold

Crashing in Silence
A sorrowful absent

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If you were to know literally everything, what would be the point in doing anything? Another perspective of the same manifold, If our eyes could see the full spectrum of light, what could you see? Motion and later, time, is and is derived from "the need for perspective to be constantly in flux" to keep consciousness from witnessing what lies behind the waters within the mirrors of our eyes. Flotus lowers.

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I could write for hours

But

There's nothing to say...

So why write at all?

It's all been sprawled on the bedroom stall


Immirrorterial


I cant write at all

But

There's everything in my mind

So why can i not?

It's all been sprawled on the bedroom stall

Overlays, Pringled,

An Opaque Earthquake

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https://leviathbenz27times.blogspot.com/2021/07/matter-words-i-write-no-one-can-read.html

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foolwithagrimoire on poetizer~

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January 16, 2021
STATEMEANT
why? y? wai? uuhy?

point?

peak?
leak?
can a line be complete?
linear is limited

is this linear?

lines with rhymes
lymes with rines

pluck upon pluck upon klulp nopu pluck upon

read between the lines. you always



do




else
you'd see

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or

*

words are carcasses. we are all Frankenstein

ponder or wander,
ever closer, ever farther,

pander or wonder,

ever w i d e r
ever tgtr

until....well?

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Momentum, the Tree
Quaker, Goats slither
Up...On a Midnight Querie
.-.-.-.^.^-.-^.-
.
Of a Scrambled Humpty Fearling
Catapulted, Silence Searing
Calling or Falling, Lean lobotomy;
Aspiritual insincerene, I fall out the I's of Me

Snap, slap, how long have I been nap?

A fire
found its flame
but couldn't care less
about a name...

What a shame, the fire isn't to blame,

lest the stain, it snickers, sputters, critters in(s)ane, chanting Your Name

Hide(ous)

Or

Die
l
a
t
e

Meyend

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For the past few years, I've been dead,
Candy Castles Creaked Crookedly till my Breath Beat Belligerent...^..v...^v^v^...is anyone out there? Echo Dos Tres,

I finally understand how a door opens, Newtonian...

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No Vanity
Stay Humble
Society Forgets this
but i
cannot//
will

Naught I, Not Eye
Never I, Nothing Efficacious
Negative I, No Escape

Get out
the abyss is In
The Fall, Out

its a crzy wrld

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The Ab
yss (is). U
- .

<( @ )>


everything-==-=>
<====-+=O==!===>
----
&&
Y

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pain doesnt exist when your liquids are amiss

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P,en;sive
snas
Aper

s
In
k we
ll, IN
d
Finitely I r
n a
w || sh to let it
a Trickle however,
r Fickle
d Before I/He Sick/le

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Hi join the new discussion channel to shit on my poems as you like!

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You aren't doing art if you're dead in the park
If you feel like you died, show 'em you have
- jon mess

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A sad truth within the fluidity of humanity.

Savages are praised.
Ravaged is the saint.
Asunder,
Salvaged,
faint.
Intention is eclipsed
Sleeping, snoring,
livid
a slumber
in a mo(u)r
Ning

Who?

-Manatee

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now we are all just snails in a parade that ended yesterday

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the silence created by the ceaseless hurlotron that is entropomorphic anomalies

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Language is the first and final hallucinogen

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F

A

L

L

AWOL

Ring ring, bling sting, seizing

Kahn shows Nes
That Nes is a ware of Nes

Genghis

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I, Will(t)
Eye, Till(t)

Perplexiconaissance

A Study in Lisp of Lanky Lips
Furrowed, Followed, A Fraction
at any given Moment

never taken, often sold,

highest bidder, lowest wager,

Far out Innovation
Close In, No Ovation

Well, Will, Why?.In.com

In comes, "Would you like some Tea?"
Out comes, "Tea would like you."

Out is Declared
In is terrogative

Ah, Marvelous!

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Wu Writes Wei. Wei Rights Wu.

the rite of write is writing to right the write of rite,
why write without right?
what rites the right of write? a gouache of geass glitters.

gasp.
clasp.
to write is to elapse the lucid leangually lavish in Kash.

to surrender to your finger's will is to.
to contemplate their validity is destruction of the right of writing.

thinking without sinking.

the right to write is that of the writing, not of the writer.
the pen must choose you before you can allow it to be chosen by you. flitting
flickers
float
flute-aic
Lest a diet of quiet scratches your backward silence.

to try is to deny.

let it gou(ache)

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https://leviathbenz27times.blogspot.com/2020/11/bramble.html

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this poem may seem lazy but it has a progression like that of life, you start naive and lazy...you get lost with good intentions, then you get lazy and paraphrase, say less to say more, ambiguity is the knife that cuts deepest

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I turn life into a game
but not in a narcissistic way, more of like how a philosopher challenges the form of the Verse and a poet Correlates an amalgam of meanings, i haphazardly casually

take everything and
turn it into a problem i
need to Solve/
/Analyze
b
ut
per
haps there
is no
problem

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Everything...
R. R.
E. E.
f f
L L
e e
\ (C) /
t

's

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what is drifting?
————————————-

I ——— all the time.
but

i
_______

fluctuations

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i am

fin—-|—|-||*
ally
^
|
an

2 eye

tragedy is pregnancy
banners on the wall
Is it a boy? no
Is it a girl? no
^
It's less——|

in layman's terms

microstutters are caused by thermal throttling
for years i-i—<o>

i paint the shadows that i see
a saint in the silvers buried me
in liquid contrast

its safe to say i won
the staring contest....

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my only qualms
are of my pervasive perspective speaking from the outside while my seduced squeamish skirmish is taken within,
Drowned into dissonance,
Crystal creaking
Balloons bumbling
as easy as (A)rmory ashen

There is a disconnect somewhere...between me and the reality my eyes knock on and beyond,,,,

There isn't a nothing if there isn't an everything but what does that have to do with me? -You

If we couldnt distuinguish Our Minds from Our Bodies, i beg the question, would we still listen to the same songs?

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Re:Surface

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Crippled, Metabolic
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May the stars deem it so,
or else
the starving moon
simmers too slow,
growing cold
under it's own seething glow,
as seeking as a soul
with no silence speaking below,

i)cy, behold,
f)licker, sans control,
S)tars, sands mold,
O)ld, time knows.

We do not.

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i miss the bustling days

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